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papoose - wut ya gonna do lyrics

[dj kay slay]
dj kay slay drama king
a moment of silence for all those that oppose papoose
you know what i’m sayin’
i think ya’ll need a little narration from here to there, come on

[refrain: papoose]
i dont know what you n-ggas gonna do when pap gets hot
cause, man i got everything that these rappers got
but this ain’t rap money, na na naw
man, this crack money and gat and money
what ya n-ggas gonna do when pap gets hot
cause man i got every drug that your connect got
but this ain’t baking soda, na na naw
maan this is straight coca, come buy some weight soldier
what you n-ggas gonna do when pap gets hot
cause i got every gun that the army got
these ain’t little guns, na na naw, man these are huntin’ guns
you better f-ckin’ run

[verse 1]
i get in drama i be poppin’
see i will pop in an hour, but i do it for my dogs
i rock with the wielers
the way im in the hood gettin’ all these thousands of dollars
i think i need to start poppin’ my collar
the way i’m murderin’ these mixtapes man, i’m overworkin’ you jokers
i think i need to get some dirt off my shoulders, my sh-t is clean though
when it come to gamblin’, i’m like robert denerio
not in all them dumb -ss movies, but in casino
when it come to hustlin’ i’m like al pacino
not when he was scarface but when he was carlito
like wesly snipes but in only in one sense though
sit your five dollar -ss down before i make singles
at the end of the movie y’all can never be nino
fridays i sn-tch ice cubes like i was d-bo
like o’dog when they was up in that ho crib
yo papoose you strapped, and you know it
had y’all turn your turners up, i got my blinkers on
cause this is my turn, i’ma turn it up
i’d rather be in maybac liftin’ my curtains up
instead they got me in the hood liftin’ these burners up
cause man i get tired of beatin’ my workers up
they some uncertain f-cks, gave the n-gga a bomb full of weed
ask me did he mess up yes, he dropped he confessed
i gave the n-gga a bomb full of crack, ask me did he mess it up, yes
he said the cops chased him and dropped it by the fence
my workers keep droppin’ my bombs i’m dumb vexed
this lil’ n-gga drop more bombs than funk flex
i keep my eyes on them these dudes are suspect, got now who wants next

[verse 2]
but tell me why your man tryna walk in them gangster shoes
they not his size
n-ggas tryna get this money, he tryna jive
playin’ with n-gga’s bread, they ran up behind his ride
instead of tryna go for his gun, he tryna hide
they told the n-gga dont pull off, he tryna drive
beg for his life, no kinda of pride
now he in a hospital, your family standin’ right by his side
talk about him like a dog, they act like he not alive
they standin’ by his bed, tellin’ all kind of lies
but now he ready to give up, he kinda of tired
they talk about he p-ssed away, i’m not suprised
ya’ll talkin’ about pullin’ the plug, that’s why he died
your other man got hit too, that guy survived, but he ain’t tryna ride
he got an exit wound on his arm, two exit wounds by his thigh
exit wound by his side, he told me he had a bullet stuck up in his body
why he lie, that n-gga got more exits than a audi ’95

[verse 3]
these lil’ n-ggas runnin’ around actin’ like young bullies
but y’all lil’ n-ggas don’t think you dumb rookies
violate them other dudes, but i’m a tough cookie
ain’t a n-gga alive can tell you he punk really
i will put the gun in son hoody
but that will be statutory rape if i f-ck with a young p-ssy
if he had the will power to front than would he, i’d break his will like police
i used to rock a black sherlin, used jeans, with fat word hymns, started caps to match
with the black curve brim, i came up in the era that crack burst in
used to stash them jacks in my black work timbs
n-gga head up or shut up, or scr-p words then
sh-t was mad worse then, but if we had word with each other
neither of one of us clapped murked then
i’d just tap a herb chin, cause when i set fire to their -ss
soon as i put that work in, he runnin’ to the cops screamin’ pap burnt him
but if he keep frontin, i’ll react worse then
i feel like my mind snap, i was that certain
cause n-ggas let something as simple as that hurt them
whoever around they frontin for that person
they alway got to try and get the last words in
thats why i k!ll n-ggas, make em your last words then
i watch you basketball players p-ssin’ your rocks
watch all you football players tackle and block
listened to you rappers talk about, stackin’ your gwop
blastin’ your shots, crack on your block, flashin’ your watch
i got the key, who said the big apple was locked
so what y’all gonna do when pap get hot

[refrain]

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